Biography of Unintelligible Susurration
I am Unintelligible Susurration, which basically means a whisper not being able to be understood. I have chosen to stay anonymous just because. I find it interesting when authors publish their works under aliases and pseudonyms. But if you really want to know what my name is then you'll have to keep your eyes open. ;)
I am a girl.
I like reading, writing, baking, cooking, and eating ice cream.
The first poem I remember reading was maggie and millie and molly and may.
My favorite poets are: Pablo Neruda, Charles Dickens, and Emily Dickinson.
I discovered an interest in inditing when I was introduced to it in school.
Also, I was influenced to write by a very dear friend of mine who is a wonderful poet. His name is Zachary.
My poems can mostly be classified as gloomy love poems. I also write about whatever comes to mind. The poems I write pertain to me on occasion but not entirely.
Sometimes throughout the day, little verses pop into my mind and from that I modify and piece them together to create a poem. This is how a lot of my poems come to be.
I hope anyone who reads my poems can reflect and ponder their life and become inspired by them. This is my ultimate goal. If this cannot be achieved then I simply wish my readers be entertained whether it is in a positive or negative way.
Best of luck in life and in writing to everyone.
Always maintain a pencil at hand.~
Unintelligible Susurration Poems
I Have Changed
I have changed each time more and more. I guess you can't accept that change is
Another birthday passes by and not a single person seems to know that it is Each day I grow older
What is Love?
Is love An object of interest So intense It ruptures the heart
Wondering Who You Love
All this time I've been wondering Who you love Because it is not me.
He runs like a cheetah after its prey. He must be quick or else lose his chance
It's all the same Left or right Back to the way we came Until the paths cross
Death of Our Friendship
This is the bitter end of another friendship gone awry; a friendship that never
Too good for me
Many people think I'm crazy but I know I'm not crazy
Don't stop 'til they're all dead - We're winning this fight. Either you risk your life now Or have it taken away late in the night.
The Sound of Guilt
The sound follows me Wherever I go I ask if they can hear it They only say no
Gaudy she glides across the room With every boy bowing At her feet. All except one.
I run my mouth Like the box And comfort Those in need
Another lovely morning To start the day off right It all depends on it; whether your day
I want to be free I want to leave Help me reach my destiny